"Since you want to die in pain, should I fulfill your wishes?"

Ling Luoyu was still just joking, but he just didn't help, which made Feng Chenglin feel a little relieved.

——If these little bugs were really life-threatening, she would have rushed over to help, instead of standing there and saying sarcastic words.

It can be seen from this that these little bugs should be able to be killed.

Ding Temple couldn't stand it anymore: "Miss Ling, what do we have to say? Can we wait a while before we talk? Even if we scold us, we have to be prioritized? We are all going to be eaten now..."

He said as he walked as much as possible to Ling Luoyu.

"They just drink your blood and won't eat your meat. Don't worry, if you get drunk a little blood, you won't die!"

Decision of the temple: "..."

It’s not OK to die!

Blood is not something that can be drunk easily!?

"Miss Ling, if there is no blood, my head will be useless. If you want to open the box in Baobo Temple, you may not be able to remember it!"

"Oh?" Ling Luoyu's eyes faded slightly and thought: "Why, do you know how to open that box?"

"……have no idea……"

"Then you still say?"

"I don't know for the time being, and it doesn't mean I never know. It's something made by our Miao family. After all, I am the person who is most likely to open it..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Luo appeared in front of him with a gust of blood, raised his hand, and a touch of white powder instantly came to his face.

Before I could react, I was sprinkled all over.

Ding Temple was still talking, but at this time he couldn't hide in time, and even some of his mouth was sprinkled.

He was shocked and quickly spit out: "Ph, what is this?"

A salty smell spreads in the mouth.

His expression suddenly changed: "Is this... salt?"

Otherwise, how could there be white medicine so suffocating?

Ling Luoyu didn't say anything, raised his hand again, and the white powder was sprinkled on Feng Chenglin.

Wherever the white powder passed, the black bugs instantly dispersed.

But there were still many little bugs rushing up one after another.

"Do it yourself!"

Ling Luoyu threw a salt bag over.

"Put these salts on the wound..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Sprinkle salt on the wound?!

Isn't this torture?

Ding Temple's face turned dark in an instant: "Ling...Miss Ling..."

Feng Chenglin's palm is better, but he is half of his arm!

If you sprinkle with salt!?

I can’t even think about setting up a temple!

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "These little insects are somewhat similar to leeches, but they are mutants, so they are stronger than them and can hurt people... However, fearing salt is their nature, so salt is the best way to restrain them!"

Looking at Feng Chenglin and Dongmiao's hesitant appearance holding Yanban, they rolled their eyes immediately.

"Anyway, I know this method at the moment. If you believe it, use it. If you don't believe it... I can't do it, do you want to use it or not!"

Holding the torch, she turned around leisurely and left.

Feng Chenglin and Ding Temple couldn't help but look at each other-

"Do you use it?"

"use!"

The two cheered each other and gritted their teeth and sprinkled the salt on the wound.

Feng Chenglin was fine, his whole body was trembling in pain, but Ding Temple was like a pig slaughtering, howling constantly.

"ah……"

When the wound encounters salt, it is a piercing pain.

However, as the wound was covered with salt, the little black worms stopped pounceing up crazily.
Chapter completed!